The music changed, the tempo downshifting, giving her no time to contemplate Austin’s comment. He thought her ass was cute? Who knew?
People exited the dance floor with the start of the new song, giving them more space, but Austin didn’t let her go. Scarlett moved away, turning to dance with the man behind her. Michaela was left alone with Austin, in his arms, their legs and feet tangled, their lower bodies pressed together. She glanced about the floor, noticed that it was filled with couples holding each other close.
The song was suggestive, the lyrics sexual, the beat throbbing and sensual. Austin slid his hands around her until they rested at the lowest point of her back, just above her ass, and her knees went weak at the way he touched her, looked at her, danced with her.
Like it was some sort of public foreplay and she was lost to it. She gripped his arms, slid her hands up until they linked behind his neck, her fingers teasing the hair that rested there, thick and soft, and she’d give anything to touch him, really touch him like she wanted to.
His hands splayed, gripping her butt, and he pulled her into him as he ground against her. She returned the favor, her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked and his erection nudged against her, shocking her. Michaela glanced up to find Austin studying her, his expression dark, sexy.
Oh good Lord, it was as if her every dream was coming true but still she doubted it, doubted all of it. Maybe he was caught up in the dancing, the atmosphere. Hell, maybe he forgot that Michaela was a measly ol’ girl and he wasn’t interested in girls.
She didn’t know. But there was no denying that erection. And it was large. And impressive.
Very, very impressive.
The song ended and he relaxed his hold on her, his hands loose at her sides. She sprang free, suddenly uncomfortable, and she ran a hand through her sweaty hair to hide her shaking fingers.
“Want to get something to drink?” He watched her carefully, his expression closed though she saw the lingering heat in his eyes.
Michaela nodded, didn’t say a word, and he took her hand, leading her to the back of the club where a cluster of tables and booths surrounded the gargantuan bar. A group of his friends were seated in a large booth, including Trevor, and they joined them, scooting in so close that Michaela was plastered to Austin’s side.
She wasn’t complaining. His hard thigh pressed firmly next to hers, his body heat ratcheting up her internal temperature another one hundred degrees.
God, it was hot. S
he lifted her hair away from her neck with both hands, wondered why she hadn’t put it in some sort of ponytail and then she felt a faint breeze waft against her sensitive skin.
Michaela turned to see it was Austin, his beautiful lips slightly pursed, blowing across her neck, cooling her down, heating her up. Her sex tingled, her breath caught in her throat when he did it again and she felt the little hairs at her nape move, tickling her.
“You looked hot,” he said when their gazes met.
“I…am.” In more ways than one.
His mouth curved upward, just on one side, a rather secretive smile that said he knew exactly what she referred to. The air was heavy, and not just from the heat, but with sexual tension. It crackled around them, gave her courage, gave her hope that maybe she wasn’t imagining this.
A waitress appeared with a tray of drinks for everyone already at the table and they took turns telling her what they wanted, Austin dropping a ten-dollar bill on the tray to hurry the order. Michaela thought she might die of thirst and was thankful when someone offered a spare glass of water. She gulped it, savoring the cool liquid sliding down her throat, and when Austin nudged her, she offered the glass to him, which he took gratefully.
How could a man arouse her by drinking a glass of water? She had no clue but it was happening, watching Austin’s lips curve around the edge of the clear glass. He tipped his head back and drank. Throat working with the movement, his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow. His neck was tanned, strong and corded with muscle and her mind drifted.
Back to earlier in the afternoon when he’d stood in the hall draped only in the towel. The smile on his face, his hair wet, his skin wet from the shower…
She shivered and he caught it, slowly setting the glass on top of the table. He reached for her hand, his fingers curling around hers.
“Don’t tell me you’re cold.”
She was damp with sweat, her heavy hair stuck to her head, and she had a feeling she probably looked terrible. “I’m not.”
His eyes darkened, his other arm slid across the back of the booth seat and his hand landed on her bare shoulder. She held her breath, waiting for his next move.
What was he doing? What was she doing? And why did he look at her like that? As if he wanted to devour her in one bite, consume her, do things to her that she only imagined in her darkest fantasies.
Michaela reared back, desperate for some distance. Okay. Her imagination was running on overdrive. He wasn’t looking at her like that. And his fingers weren’t stroking her shoulder either. No, it was all in her vivid imagination.
“We’re headed to the dance floor,” Trevor said, interrupting her thoughts. “You two going with us?”
“We’re going to stay here and wait for our drinks,” Austin answered for her, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.
“Have fun.” Trevor gave them a little wave and the entire group from the table followed him out to the dance floor, leaving her alone with Austin.